Northern Song Dynasty: It’s a showdown, who said I, Zhao Zhen, don’t have a son?

Chapter 8 suddenly became popular?

These breakfast recipes are actually not difficult, especially Xiaolongbao and preserved eggs. The main thing is to know how to make them.

After two days of study, these vendors also mastered it skillfully.

Early in the morning, they were ready and nervously waiting for the opening.

In the shop next to Zhao Hejiao's shop, the vendor said worriedly: "Xiao Langjun, do customers really like to eat these?"

Zhao He smiled and said, "You did it yourself, don't you know?"

The merchant suddenly felt confident.

The first peak of passenger flow has arrived.

"Take a look, take a look, freshly baked xiaolongbao, you can't buy it and you won't be deceived!"

"Secret preserved eggs, mix them into the porridge!"

"Dough dough sticks——!"

Several vendors shouted louder than the other, but Zhao He, who didn't shout much, had the largest number of customers.

No reason, the fried buns are delicious!

However, many people are also curious, is there something new in Chonghe Street?
But fried buns are their favorite. Isn’t it just for this bite of fried buns that they came so early?

Seeing this, the vendors were a little disappointed and couldn't help but feel that they had been cheated.

What if the customer flow is said to be full, but it is so busy that they lose their minds?
"What are these xiaolongbao of yours?"

When the vendor saw a customer asking about it, he immediately said excitedly: "Steamed in a small steamer, it tastes amazing. Guests can have a try."

The man picked one up, took a bite, and his expression suddenly changed.

Seeing the customer's face, the merchant couldn't help but feel a little worried: "Sir, how are you doing?"

"I'll serve this xiaolongbao to the second steamer! Then serve a bowl of wontons!"

Seeing this, the merchant's heart finally fell to the ground, and he immediately took out two cages with a smile.

"A basket costs six cents, and including wontons, the total is 22 cents!"

Soon, these stalls were filled with people. Although it was not as crowded as Zhao He's place, these vendors finally saw the customers vying to buy.

The future is promising!
There were more and more people selling Shaomai, fried dough sticks and preserved eggs with rice porridge, and the faces of the vendors were filled with the joy of harvest.

Their stall wasn’t so popular before, and it’s all thanks to that guy!
The first wave of people who came to the morning market were all rushing to work and were pressed for time. The second wave that followed were mostly people from nearby areas.

They knew the local area very well and originally wanted to eat fried dumplings, but they couldn't help but be curious when they saw the stall that used to sell breakfast, Xiaolongbao, Shaomai and other novel items on display.

And the stall owner said that customers who have never tried it can try one!
Such customers looked at the doorway where the fried dumplings were too crowded to squeeze in, and then looked at the free tasting stall, thinking that it might as well give it a try.

But it doesn’t matter if you don’t try it, once you try it you won’t be able to help but spend money!

"Bring me a cage of shaomai!"

"Here are five fried dough sticks. I want them freshly baked and a bowl of wontons with them!"

Several stall owners were so happy. They originally thought these things would be popular and popular, but they didn't expect them to be so popular.

This is much more than they made before!

For a time, half of the street was crowded with people. When the patrolling officers and soldiers saw it, they immediately lined up a few people.

"What do you do? Don't you know that you can't gather people on any occasion?!"

During this time, Zhao He also made some friends with the officers and soldiers, and immediately made a few fried buns and said: "Everyone, you haven't had breakfast yet, I'll treat you to it!"

When the officer and soldier saw it, a smile suddenly appeared on his face: "It's you, Xiaolangjun, what's going on with these guys?"

"We are all shareholders and own our own business, so don't be polite."

The officers and soldiers then smiled and nodded: "You guys, please take it easy and don't cause trouble, otherwise I won't be able to shoulder your responsibility." Zhao He nodded with a smile, and then went to work again.

Those traders were also discerning and took out some of their own things. These officers and soldiers were also responsible and had to get up before dawn to patrol. Seeing these traders doing this, they were naturally happy to accept it.

"When you are doing business, try to maintain order. Just like Zhao Langjun, line up the queue so it doesn't look too chaotic."

The vendor immediately smiled and said: "Hey, I'm sorry for bothering you. Come back after you eat well."

The morning market soon welcomed more people, and the excitement here also attracted the attention of countless people, who rushed over immediately.

At this time, a merchant had little success in business on weekdays and had difficulty eating. Unexpectedly, he was now extremely busy.

I had mixed feelings for a moment and almost cried. This young man’s fried dough sticks were so kind to him!

Not far away, Fan Zhongyan, who was sitting next to the fried bun stall, couldn't help but be shocked when he saw this.

When did this morning market become so popular?

And according to what Zhao He just said, these suddenly popular shops are all related to Zhao He?

For a moment, the old man was eating the fried buns and felt a little unbelievable. He opened a preserved egg and couldn't help but be surprised when he looked at the dark brown and crystal clear inside.

If such items were sold to Fan Lou, they would probably cost twenty or thirty cents each, but they only cost three cents each here?
Following the shop owner's instructions, he broke open the preserved eggs and mixed them into the wontons. Seeing that the wontons were almost turning black, he inevitably lost his appetite.

But the smell is very fragrant.

Fan Zhongyan hesitated, then took a bite, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

This thing is so wonderful that we have agreed to let those cheating Fan Lou merchants manage it and sell it for at least fifty cents each.

These three cents are worth it!
But when Fan Zhongyan looked at Zhao He, he couldn't help but think of Zhao Zhen's previous instructions.

The official was worried that Zhao He had been involved in this kind of business for too long and had too much of the market atmosphere that he should not have. After all, Zhao He would inherit the throne in the future, and he knew that this situation could not continue.

He planned to get up, talk to Zhao He about the pros and cons of this foot shop, and persuade Zhao He to study hard with him. After all, this was the most important thing.

However, there were too many people, and Fan Zhongyan, an old man, would be worried about falling apart if he squeezed in.

So he planned to wait until there were fewer people before talking to Zhao He.

And Zhao He was already very busy at this time.

He originally thought that since there were several shops nearby, he would be a little more relaxed here, but he didn't expect that the customers who couldn't be digested before were transferred there, and his place was still overcrowded.

"Boy, I waited in line for half an hour yesterday and you told me there was no more. I have to eat fried buns today!"

"You are so busy, will you queue up? Mr. Xiaolang, come to me first."

Although he is very busy, the feeling of making money really makes Zhao He feel good!

"Don't squeeze in. The officers and soldiers came just now and said they had to line up. No one will be able to squeeze in anymore!"

"Go away!"

Someone shouted from the crowd.

The crowd dispersed in a rush, fleeing as if from a ghost.

The three ruffians looked at Zhao He with sarcasm.

He doesn't look like a good person, which can be seen from the reactions of the people around him.

"Are you three here for dinner?"

One of them sneered: "What do you think?"

Zhao He still smiled calmly,

"If you're going to eat, you might as well see what you're eating."

(End of this chapter)